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The child knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly towards the man seated at the head, his forehead bleeding bright red as it trickled down his cheeks. He looked utterly miserable.,King Xiao, with a cold face, still held onto the arm he was gripping. His other hand was clasped behind his waist, enduring the kicks and punches.,Half an hour later, Ma came out hurriedly clutching a cradle. She must have been in such a rush, she tripped on the threshold.。